Earth.

"Buzz"

A white light flashed, and Su Qing returned to his living room.

The time is still the second before he left.

Looking around, nothing has changed, just as it was when I left.

"call"

Su Qing let out a breath, and the murderous intent in his eyes slowly disappeared.

"Everyone, this live broadcast ends here. See you next time."

Looking at the camera, Su Qing regained his boy-next-door demeanor and said with a smile.

"Brother, are you okay? You don't look right!"

"You've killed too many people. You should take a good rest for a while."

Xie Yuanshan noticed something was wrong and reminded him.

"Now that Brother Xie said that, I also noticed that Brother Su's eyes were very cold."

"I went through that as well. I killed as many people as my brother did, but I was fine after resting for a while."

"No wonder Brother Su rushed back immediately. It turns out that he was not in a good condition."

"You should listen to Brother Xie and take a good rest."

After hearing what Xie Yuanshan said, other group members also noticed it and started to persuade him.

"It's okay, I'll pay attention, thank you for your concern."

Killing too many people does have side effects, and one's heart is filled with a desire to destroy.

There is a kind of cold-bloodedness that treats human life as worthless and does not take human life seriously.

Su Qing knew this clearly, so he returned quickly after dealing with the Jin soldiers' siege of the city.

"Remember to tell us if there is anything."

"Yes, we are all fellow earthlings and should help each other."

After chatting for a while, Su Qing closed the live broadcast room and uploaded the recorded video to the group file.

Afterwards, he went to the kitchen to cook the rice first, and then took out a pound of master-level red tiger monster meat from his personal space.

After breaking through the innate realm of martial arts, he could eat a pound of tiger monster meat a day.

Cut the tiger monster into thin slices, sprinkle with seasoning, and steam it in a pot.

Then he went to the bathroom, took off his armor and put it into his personal space.

Turning on the shower, with ice-cold tap water pouring down his head, Su Qing began to reflect on his first time traveling through time.

From receiving Zhao Xiangyun's call for help to traveling back, it took less than a day.

Time was running out, and he did not have much time to sort out the affairs of the Northern Song Dynasty court, nor did he care about the reactions of court officials and people all over the world.

The only way was to use tough measures to abolish the throne of Emperor Huizong and Emperor Qinzong and support Zhao Xiangyun to take the throne.

Then, with his ruthless and unrivaled military force, he killed his way through the Jin soldiers besieging the city and captured their commander.

Cut the Gordian knot and resolve the current crisis Zhao Xiangyun is facing.

"I have cleared the obstacles for her and helped her ascend the throne. This is the most I can do."

"I left behind an F-class armor and a long sword. I think Zhao Xiangyun can handle it."

"As long as she has a few more days to save up 50 points and buy a supernatural fruit, she won't have to worry about anything anymore."

After sorting out the gains and losses, Su Qing was completely relieved.

As long as Zhao Xiangyun is not stupid, she will know what to do next and he doesn't need to worry.

Once she awakens her special powers, she will be able to escape easily even if Emperors Huizong and Qinzong and all the officials go back on their word.

The world is so big, let her rule it as she pleases.

"One hundred thousand ounces of gold, five hundred thousand ounces of silver, and four boxes of jewels and jade"

"Total value. Nearly 4.5 billion?"

Afterwards, Su Qing cleaned up the local specialties that Zhao Xiangyun had sent.

There was no ripple in his heart, as if this was not 4.5 billion, but 45 yuan.

When money reaches a certain amount, it is really just a string of cold numbers.

"I thought cross-border trades were lucrative, but I didn't expect traveling across worlds to do missions would make even more money!"

"However, having reached my current state, the help of worldly money is minimal."

After wiping the water stains off his body, Su Qing changed into a set of dry clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Martial artists in the Xiantian realm, bronze-level psychics, and Taoists in the Qi training stage are already beings that have surpassed the limits of mortals.

For beings at this level, worldly fame and fortune have much less effect.

At this moment, Su Qing understood more and more why it was said that monks were indifferent to fame and fortune and did not care about worldly affairs.

Embarking on the path of spiritual practice does not mean that one has no desires or aspirations. On the contrary, the desires in one's heart are stronger than those of ordinary people.

The Xiantian realm is just extraordinary and although it can be dominant among mortals, it is far from being considered a strong one.

He wants to become stronger, this is an instinct engraved in his genes!

I went to the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. The tiger demon meat was steamed and a fresh fragrance wafted into the air.

“It smells so good!”

After bringing the tiger monster meat to the table, Su Qing prepared a plate of chili sauce as a dipping sauce.

Then he fried some vegetables and the rice was cooked.

He was hungry at that moment, so he started to eat voraciously.

After the meal, it was almost 12:30 noon.

“Ding Dong.”

The doorbell rang. Su Qing looked at the time and guessed that it must be his little cousin coming over to learn painting.

When I opened the door, it was Su Zichen outside.

"Brother Qing, I'm here."

"Come in, I just finished my meal."

Inviting his cousin to come in, Su Qing took him to the study.

"I won't teach you today. I feel like drawing."

"Just watch from the sidelines and see if you can learn something."

After grinding the ink, Su Qing began to paint.

In an instant, a picture of "Jin soldiers besieging Bianliang" came out.

In the Daqing Palace, the emperor and his ministers discussed whether they should surrender and how to maximize their benefits by surrendering;

In the harem, the concubines and princesses cried together, each with a look of sorrow and fear, as if they had lost their parents.

Inside the city of Bianliang, the imperial guards were looting the people's property, like evil spirits escaping from the underworld during the Ghost Festival; outside the city, the Jin soldiers were enjoying themselves, enjoying the beauties sent by the emperor and his ministers of the Song Dynasty, with arrogant expressions on their faces; the tall walls of Bianliang, the ministers who were afraid of death, the princess who cried, the people who were in a panic, the ferocious and terrifying Jin soldiers All kinds of human life are vividly portrayed on the paper.

Because Su Qing had seen the real Bianliang City, the two emperors Huizong and Qinzong, the civil and military officials in the court, the two commanders of the Jin army's east and west routes, the common people at the bottom, and... He had seen the clothing and style of the late Northern Song Dynasty, as well as the various expressions of the key neutral figures therein.

Therefore, the painting he created, "The Jin Soldiers Besieging Bianliang," perfectly reproduces everything that happened on the eve of the Jingkang Incident.

Whether it is the structure of the house, the clothing, or the charm and thoughts of the characters, everything is restored one-to-one.

In addition, he witnessed those scenes with his own eyes, and he injected a sense of sadness and indignation into his paintings.

This makes the painting not only rich and lifelike in details, but also full of the strong artistic conception of "the country is in turmoil, and the fate is full of twists and turns".

Watching it, one has a sense of being there, as if returning to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the time of the Jingkang Shame.

"Brother Qing, this is such a great painting. Is this the Jingkang Shame? I heard my sister tell me about it before."

"I felt like I was traveling through time and space. I felt very sad and my chest was blocked."

After watching Su Qing painting, Su Zichen was actually moved by the artistic conception of the painting and shed tears.

"Well, this is the famous Jingkang Shame incident in history. The vast land of China was invaded by foreign races, and the Emperor Zhao of the Northern Song Dynasty surrendered, bringing shame to the Han people."

After finishing the painting, Su Qing's depression dissipated for the most part and he felt much better.

He appreciated it carefully and thought it was very good. His painting skills had improved again!

Very satisfied, he named the painting and stamped it with his own seal.

There are four paintings that he has painted most successfully so far.

Including this painting of "Jin Soldiers Besieging Bianliang", there are five paintings in total.

The "Tiger Coming Down the Mountain" was exchanged for five million yuan and a house in the countryside in Wang Jingui's hands.

He kept the other three paintings and had no intention of selling them.

"My dad told me that Brother Qing sold a painting for five million. Is that true?"

"Yeah, your dad is right. It happened two months ago."

Su Qing nodded in acknowledgement, looked at his expression, and asked, "Why, what do you think?"

"Really? That's great!"

The excitement on Su Zichen's face was beyond words and he shouted.

"I hope I can sell a painting for five hundred, fifty, or fifty thousand in the future."

"If one painting sells for 50,000, 10 paintings can sell for 500,000."

"Haha, I'm rich!"

After the excitement, he started to make calculations with great joy, his saliva almost flowing out.

"Wake up, stop dreaming. You're still a long way from making your paintings valuable."

"Study hard."

Su Qing patted his shoulder lightly, interrupting his fantasy.

This young man is just daydreaming! "Hey, I know my level is still far behind, this is just daydreaming."

Su Zichen sighed as he woke up from a beautiful dream.

"Okay, let's go to school. It's getting late."

"I won't ask you what you have realized. Just think about it carefully."

Seeing that it was already two o'clock, Su Qing sent him back to school.

"Okay, Brother Qing, I'll go first."

Su Zichen said hello and left.

At this time, the ink stains on the "Jin Soldiers Besieging Bianliang" had just dried in the shade.

"Scarcity makes things valuable. If I sell too many of them, my paintings will be worthless."

"Besides, I don't need those little things now."

"I will not sell paintings easily in the future unless I cannot refuse."

Su Qing put it away and put it together with the other three paintings, thinking to himself.

After putting away the painting, he was about to leave the study, but he accidentally saw the musical instrument next to the bookshelf.

To be precise, it was a guqin placed on a shelf, and I couldn't help but feel moved.

"Play a tune!"

"It's you, the song "Swordsman" from the piano and flute duet!"

Picking up the guqin, Su Qing walked to the balcony and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He placed the guqin on his legs, plucked the strings with his hands, and a "Pure Heart and Universal Good Mantra" flowed out.

In an instant, a sense of solemnity, sharpness, and the aura of metal and iron suddenly hit me in the face.

After the prelude, the music starts to move rapidly upwards and the rhythm becomes gentle and graceful.

But her temperament began to become lively and fluttering, unrestrained but not wild, like a breeze blowing across the bright moon.

It reminds us of Li Bai's poem "Singing loudly to get drunk and comfort myself, dancing at the setting sun to compete for glory."

After a while, the clanging sound that seemed to have murderous intent turned soft, and the tone became high and low.

Although extremely complex and changeable, each sound is rhythmic and pleasant to the ear.

"The ancients said that playing the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting can cultivate one's mind and character. It's true!"

"Ha ha."

The piano music stopped with a sudden "clang" sound, and Su Qing couldn't help but burst into laughter.

At this point, his mentality had completely adjusted and he would no longer be affected by anything.

He walked slowly in the room, looking relaxed and calm.

A parallel world of Daqin.

The thirty-sixth year of Emperor Qin Shihuang’s reign.

Dongjun, suburbs.

A meteorite fell from the sky and caused a forest fire. The raging fire burned for three days and three nights before it was extinguished.

This matter attracted the attention of the governor of Dongjun County. The matter of Mars guarding the heart was of great importance, so he quickly sent people to Xianyang to report the matter to the First Emperor.

However, after Su Qing's live broadcast ended, Guo Daocheng's mind returned to his original world.

Looking around, it was all pitch black, with traces of wildfires everywhere.

"Nimma, why not just travel through time and space and become a big rock?"

"Ah, my tragic and mysterious life!"

Guo Daocheng's heart was as cold and hard as stone.

Why travel through time and space and become a stone?

What the hell! I just want to be a human being, is it so difficult?

【Name】：Guo Daocheng

[Age]: ∞ years old [Height]: Radius 1 meter

【Weight】: 30 tons

【Points】: 1 【Wealth】: None

[Life Skills]: Driving (lv2 proficient), Screwing (lv2 proficient) [Combat Skills]: None

[Evaluation]: The unlucky guy who traveled through time and became a meteorite.

This is his list of attributes, a true unlucky guy.

"Fortunately, I have a chat group where I can brag with the group members, so I don't have to be so bored."

"It's good to be a stone. You don't have to worry about dying again one day."

"If you clock in and sign in, you get 1 point every day, which means 365 points a year, and 36,500 points in a hundred years."

"Once I have accumulated enough points, I won't believe that there is no way I can become a human!"

Looking at the chat group screen floating in front of him, Guo Daocheng comforted himself in this way.

In the chat group mall, there are a wide variety of secret techniques and manuals on superpowers, Taoism, martial arts, cultivation, and fighting spirit and magic.

He believed that he could shed his stone body and become a human being again.

"etc."

"Stones, wildfires, and the Qin Dynasty."

"Am I the meteorite that fell from the sky in the 36th year of Emperor Qin Shi Huang's reign?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Guo Daocheng's mind, but when he thought about his origins, he was instantly stunned.

Thanks to his history teacher, he still clearly remembers the history of the Qin Dynasty that he learned in his previous life.

"Historical Records, Volume 12, Chronicles of Qin Shi Huang" records: [In the 36th year, Mars was in the heart. A star fell to the east county and turned into stone. Some people carved on the stone the words 'The First Emperor will die and the land will be divided'. When the First Emperor heard about it, he sent imperial censors to question them, but no one admitted it. He then executed all the people living near the stone and burned the stone.]

Combined with my own background and the word "Da Qin" indicated in the chat group nickname.

Guo Daocheng didn't know that he was the meteorite that fell in Dongjun.

"Fuck, doesn't that mean that before long, people will write the words 'The First Emperor will die and the land will be divided' on my body?"

"Then, when the First Emperor found out, he sent the Imperial Censor to destroy me?"

"Shit, Nima!"

Looking at the lifespan column in the personal attribute list, Guo Daolin just felt it was ironic.

So what if your lifespan is endless? If it is destroyed by someone, what future will you have?

"No, I have to think of a solution."

"Yes, ask the group members, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang."

A light bulb went off in his head and Guo Daocheng perked up.

He opened the public chat of the chat group and said: "My family, who understands? I'm done!"

"I just suddenly realized that I am actually the big meteorite that fell from the sky to Dongjun during the Qin Dynasty."

"It won't be long before it's destroyed by Qin Shi Huang, and I'll be finished, woo woo."

"I haven't transformed into a human yet, I haven't married yet, and I haven't given birth to a child yet."

"What should I do? Brothers, help me think of a solution. I'm waiting online. It's a bit urgent!"

He was in tears and begged for help from the group members.

(End of this chapter)